Archive | 08.01.2010
- The Dancer
"Editor: WhiteWave48"
Anyone who walked into the club and caught sight of Shelly pole dancing just had to stop and stare. I mean, the woman was absolutely spectacular. Dark-skinned, the color of freshly roasted Jamaican coffee beans, with long jet black hair - hers, not some wig - full breasts, tapered waist, curvaceous hips and an ass to die for! That woman had some serious junk-in-the-trunk. She was the real deal and she knew it. So what was she doing in this dump?
Shelly and I met well before ... more
- The Date
It"s got to be the not knowing that"s killing me. I let my wife go out on a date tonight. That by itself is a first, but this date . . . . Now I"m just sitting here twiddling my thumbs having already exhausted my dick. She said she would tell me everything, but my imagination has already overwhelmed me.
This evening we met for an early dinner after work. We went through the usual small talk, but she seemed nervous, so I asked her to spill it. What was bothering her?
"Remember how we talked about ... more